His own reflection stared back, gaunt and exhausted. Then he saw it—a smear of lipstick on the glass, a woman’s crimson kiss next to a date: April 14, 1996 .
Leo’s throat tightened. “Who am I talking to?” mirvish box office phone number
Leo looked at the mirror. The lipstick kiss was gone. Only his own tired face remained, and for the first time, he didn’t look like his father’s son. He looked like his own man. His own reflection stared back, gaunt and exhausted